Kyeran

Okay, so. Mary and I are doing Relay for Life again this year and we talked the coven into donating all of the proceeds from what has been dubbed 'the nickel game' to our team. Well, we haven't counted it yet, but the ball of change amassed in the course of play weighs almost eight pounds. This is not an exaggeration--I actually weighed the thing! I have no idea how much is in there, but I know it's at least $20 of loose monies!

..Dayum.

Also, happy Valentine's Day!

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Okay, we were being a little loud. Okay, we were watching TV. But occasionally, I like having background noise that isn't WoW or music that I don't listen to or the clacking of keys. And occasionally you have to deal with that.

And you never said 'Be quiet,' never asked for a break. See, typically? You have to open your mouth and speak to get what you want. I'm not a mind-reader.And I don't respond to hints or subtleties--they tick me off.

So before you go slamming off to the bedroom or yelling at us from behind a closed door, try asking.

It's come to my attention that people who don't share my idea of time annoy the hell out of me. I've been sitting here since 3 waiting to be picked up and taken out of town for the weekend or so. The only responses I get are "In a few minutes" or "Sometime later". I want a time! And once you've set that time, stick with it. Or, if something changes, call and let me know!

...Jeez...

'Cause it seems to be happening to me more and more often lately. I mean, I know that I can't expect people to devote their every waking moment to me--that just wouldn't be fair. Not to mention, I imagine that I'd get sick of it after a while, too. But when the only interactions with people I get are limited to ten minute intervals (twenty, if they're feeling generous), I go a little people-crazy.

It's gotten to the point where I have to hold an IM conversation with people in the same room as me because it's the only way I can hold their attention. And that only typically buys me half an hour or so.

Am I that boring? Or are my uses just that limited?

How do I somehow manage to mess everything up? Not just sometimes, because that happens occasionally. But always. Earlier, Mary and I had a small talk. We were moving in a forward direction, I don't think either of us was particularly upset. And then I pissed her off. And then she retaliated, which pissed me off and so now I'm at work.

I mean, I just don't know what to do. She always talks to me like I'm stupid, always with that, "Yeah, I know, but you have no clue what you're talking about" tone. Which puts me in a spot because I never know how much she was actually listening to me and how much I was talking to her answering machine. Sometimes I just want to shake her and say, "LISTEN to me--this is important!"

But that would make it worse.

So I try to get her to talk to me instead of just listening. Which she won't, really. She'll just shrug and say, "I don't know," and then clam up.

Of course, what I can't say is that I'm worried about her. I don't want her to be like my mom was. She was a stay-at-home mother for 15 years, with no money of her own, three kids and a marriage she couldn't get out of because she'd been at home for that long.

What I also can't say is that I don't want to be like my ex-stepdad. He brought home the money, made all the decisions and ran the house by his rules. I don't want to do that. Never.

It's a partnership, not whatever 'X' says is the law. Right now, it's the Ashley show. And, truth be told, that's scary.

My name is Rhonda Gruber AKA Wicked Lil Witch and I am a Proud Witch. I am currently being persecuted as a Witch by a Lt. Kevin Duke of the Horry County Police Dept. My life and the lives of my family and friends are being threatened and destroyed by this man with the backing of countless other officials. I was arrested Monday Sept 10th '07 by Lt Duke for Breach of Peace, Child Endangerment/ Neglect and 1st degree Harrassement.
This all began around the end of May '07 from many false police reports from a neighboring family, The Luisettis, who also seemed to think I deserved to be arrested for my religious beliefs. They stated such in their police reports. When this began to become a pattern of filing false reports, we began seeking Police protection FROM them. We were told numerous times that we had no reason to receive their protection, just to ignore them. Yet they continued to file their reports on us. We were told the only we could do is file a Civil Suit. This wouldn't fix the problem for quite awhile if ever.The Police Dept on numerous occasions, even refused to file any reports for us. We had at one point searched out help from Magistrates in the area. One told us that filing these reports was most definitely something the Police could do something about and that they should but he was fairly certain that they wouldn't. He went on a 10 min rant about it to us. He even took the time to gives us copies of the laws on filing false reports, which we took to this Lt Duke, who after realizing we weren't going to leave his office too easily, Then wrote us report stating that the report from the Luisettis was investigated and the allegations were unfounded and seemed to be stemming from harrassement from the neighbors.
Now Monday, my 16 yr old son was targeted for their harrassment . In the morning the Luisetti's daughter had a young man assualt him at the bus stop. We filed a report that morning. That afternoon another allegation from their daughter that he beat her up Friday on school property which led to his suspension since the school wouldn't investigate it other than her statement and her 2 friend's statements. She would have been getting on the bus at the time while he was on the other side of the building getting a ride from one of his friends. Then as we were sitting in my garage workshop working on getting the suspension investigated by the school board, waiting to see if the death threat my son received was going to take place. The threat came from the Luisetti's daughter getting a young man to "kill" my son due to the beating she received from him. He was supposed to be coming to our house after school. We were then visited by an irrational Lt. Duke as he whipped into our driveway screaming that Spencer was reported to be brandishing and pointing an assault rifle at the Luisettis. Which isn't even close to what he was doing. Duke then stated that is is tired of all this and someone is going to jail. He didn't care to hear anything we had to to say about our side. Anytime I was trying to say something I was told to shut up or be arrested. He was VERY aggressive and yelling. He seemed to trying to provoke an altercation. I freely admit I was upset and a little loud but I was trying to defend my son. I was never violent or out of control. I was just pissed and trying to make some sense out of the situation. When I was told to shut up I did which seemed to further anger Duke. I was only arrested after they put the cuffs on my son. I then told my Husband to find a f...ing attorney and quick. This was when they arrested me.
I was never read my Miranda Rights to this day but the questions they asked me were used in my arrest. Doesn't seem legal to me...
My charges of Child Endangerment were due to the fact that we have several legal weapons around a minor. I must inform you my son is an ROTC member with Marine Boot Camp training in weapons, can disassemble/ reassemble an M16 on the field. He was also on the Rifle Team last year and is Athletics Team Commander. He also knew our weapons, from target shooting and cleaning. He even pointed out to the Police Weapons Expert how to release the clip and open the bolt chamber as they couldn't. He is very safe and well versed in weapons. I must point point that is legally old enough to have a hunting license. He is also looking to join the National Guard on his 17th B-Day, Oct 3rd this yr. Upon his 18th B-Day he was planning a Military career. We are proud of him and is a really good person. We are very upset with all the things being alleged about him.

To summarize:
We are being persecuted because of my spiritual choices, not being Christian. Lt. Duke has a web page stating his religious beliefs and infertility and adoption problems which leads us to the belief that he can no longer separate his personal feelings from his ability to do his job in an objective manner. He seems to have appointed himself as a personal victim's advocate for allegedly neglected and abused children. The fact that I am a practicing witch is being noted in complaints and warrants against me and my family. It has even been voiced in court along with allegations stating I have cast spells on 2 cops and the luisetti family by the solicitor during proceedings. My familiar pyewacket seems to have been mishandled during the search of our home. She was running and flinching from us the day after. I am very hurt by this. Though this can't be proven, I know my animal and this is not her normal behavior.
We have always tried to help others and be good people, so this is very hard for us to deal with. I am lucky to have a very strong supportive circle of friends and family or we would still be in jail. My in-laws had to take the majority of their retirement fund for some 20 thousand dollars to hire a powerful law firm to help us. Though I will never be ashamed of being a witch, I am so very sorry for all the trouble and loss of money it has cost them to stand up for us.
The reason for this letter is that we need all the help we can find to fight this. Whether it is positive protective energy, advice, or donations to help pay for this. I will not rest until I have made a difference for all that believe in freedom of religion. I don't want this to just disappear, I want to make a stand for all free thinkers against persecution. We all know the squeaky wheel gets the oil.
For all that believe in freedom of choice, please stand behind me or even beside me in court while I fight. I am not a quitter and I have a loud voice. I always stand up for what I believe in, all I ask is to not have to stand alone in this. It's time to fight for what we all believe in, not just lie down and take it. I have enclosed the papers that are in my possession to prove my claims. I will include more as they come into my possession. I am not easily scared although they are trying to intimidate us. Threatening phone calls have been made to family and friends even now. In supporting us, you are also supporting yourselves.
We are looking to get this story out to as many places as possible. The more people who are aware the harder it will be for them to get aware with it!

We NEED your help!!!
Blessed be.
Rhonda Gruber
AKA wickedlilwitch@ gmail.com
843-997-7558 or 843-602-0160 (happy to answer questions)

I've had this job for a grand total of five days now. And this woman has gotten ahold of me three days out of those five. I know she's upset, I know she needs answers right now or she might not graduate on time. But I do not have those answers. I have no means of getting those answers. I am a secretary. My job is to put you on the phone with or take messages for the people who have those answers. Sorry.

Okay. I'm due to wake up for a long, wonderful day at Renfaire in exactly four hours. And I can't sleep. Not because of chronic insomnia or hunger or fun girlfriendly distractions. No, I'm stuck awake because I am so extraordinarily pissed off.

We were going to go Saturday, but Katie's friend couldn't make it and wanted to try Sunday. S'fine, called, everyone knew, no big deal. We're supposed to be leaving here at 8 to get there for the opening of the gates but, again, if we're a little late it's no big deal.

So here's why I'm pissed. We have to spend at least part of our morning tomorrow unloading the van. Now, I know it's a stupid, pointless reason to be mad... But that doesn't calm me down. Geoffry was going to do it or at least help. Didn't. Jess was going to, as well. Didn't. I wouldn't have minded helping, but nobody asked me. I was going to start bringing stuff up while the other two dicked around with the entertainment center, but they told me to wait for Geoffry. So nothing got done.

So it basically boils down to Mary and I have to beat on Jessica's door at 6 to get her to help us carry shit, otherwise just the two of us do it and I don't have enough time to get dressed. When the entire point of me getting up that early was to give my body time to get used to the confines of the bodice I'm wearing for the faire. And I get to spend it carrying up heavy boxes.

Yeah. Today's going to be such great fun.

Stolen from To-ya. Just for fun.


01. (2 Points) My name:
02. (1 Point) My last name:
03. (5 Points) Take a stab at my middle name:
04. (3 Points) Who am I in love with:
05. (2 Points) Where did we meet:
06. (2 Points) What kind of car do I drive:
07. (2 Points) where do I work:
08. (3 Points) what am I afraid of:
09. (2 Points) Do I smoke:
10. (3 Points) Do I drink:
11. (2 Points) Do I have any siblings:
12. (2 Points) How many:
13. (1 Point) Do I like 'em:
14. (4 Points) What's one of my favorite things to do:
15. (2 Points) How many piercings do I have:
16. (3 Points) What's my favorite type of music:
17. (4 Points) Am I shy or outgoing:
18. (3 Points) Am I a rebel or do I follow the rules:
19. (2 Points) what’s my favorite color:
20. (3 Points) name something I hate:
21. (4 Points) name a talent I have:
22. (4 Points) what kind of sneakers do I wear:
23. (4 Points) do I have any pets:
24. (2 Points) Who am I dating right now:
25. (5 Points) how long have I been dating them:
26. (5 Points) what is the color of my room:
27. (5 Points) what is my worst habit:
28. (5 Points on creativeness) If I were stranded on a desert island, what would I bring:
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80-85 Points; Stalker Extraordinaire!
70-79 Points; Hard-Working Stalker
40-69 Points; Decent Stalker
20-39 Points; Stalker-In-Training
00-19 Points; Crappy Stalker or New Stalker

Okay. It's now 7:30 in the morning. I'm not tired. Not even close. I haven't slept since I woke up at 11 am yesterday, aside from a 3-hour nap about 12 hours ago.

Today--well, yesterday but bear with me--I huggled my girlfriend for a little while, walked to Pray-Harrold to get my research paper back and watched Christina work on Casey.

To elaborate. The research paper I just mentioned was an eight-pager on the uses of semantics as a tool of religion to control the population in the Middle Ages, and Julian of Norwich's use of the same to subvert the teachings of the Church without persecution (whew). I didn't start working on the thing until the day before it was due. And I still managed to bullshit my way into a B+. Not bad for a night's work.

Now, the Casey thing. Christina is my roommate and a damn good artist. I asked if she'd be interested in drawing her any of the five characters that I had dolls of at the time (go to elouai.com if you don't know what I'm talking about) and asked if she'd be interested in drawing any of them. She chose Casey and started a sketch.

A word about Casey--she's a Catholic witch. Yeah. She's just fun that way. The picture looks really cool so far and I can't wait until she's done.

Oh, yeah. I also got some work done on 'A Different Breed'. Two pages of work, actually. It's probably shit, but that's just the way things go, I guess.

Mm... Think I should probably try to get a little sleep.

Namarie!


To days of inspiration,
Making something out of nothing...

-Jonathan Larson, RENT

I found this verse on the Internet and it improved my mood. I'm putting it here so I don't have to hunt around for it again.

Matthew 5:1-12

When Jesus saw the crowds, he went up the mountain; and after he sat down, his disciples came to him. Then he began to speak, and taught them, saying:

Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.
Blessed are the meek, for they will inherit the earth.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they will be filled.
Blessed are the merciful, for they will receive mercy.
Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God.
Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.
Blessed are those who are persecuted for righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Blessed are you when people revile you and persecute you and utter all kinds of evil against you falsely on my account. Rejoice and be glad, for your reward is great in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.

'U', I've decided, is a very strange letter.

My girlfriend mentioned a movie called Benny and Joon and that's what started this whole thing.

In a feat worthy of Seris Spinae, 'Joon' became 'June' in my head, which prompted a chain of thought that left me completely silent for about five minutes.

In English, the short 'u' is pronounced 'uh', as in 'but' or 'umbrella'. But then there's the long 'u', 'ooh'. But we almost never use 'u' this way. In most cases where this 'u' would be, we find 'oo', as in 'soon' and 'too'.

Wonder why that is. We don't have that kind of sound substitution with the other vowels, though we do have vowels that sound like each other in given situations. Why is the long 'u' so discriminated against?

More random musings later.

There are days when I believe it possible for humans to be on the verge of social equality.

When I believe that children raised on the principles of Scientology can go to school with the most fundamentalist of young Catholics and they could still lay aside their differences enough to be friends.

When I believe that content of character will surpass any difference there might be between myself and everyone else.

When I believe that, by listening to their criticisms politely and respecting what they had to say, I can inspire my enemies to do the same for me.

When I believe that, despite courtroom rulings and a government that leans far too much to the right to be sane, I still have a place somewhere in this world.

And then there are days when I feel I was wrong.
When I feel I was too optimistic and that hope proved my downfall. Impaled by my own sword, you might say.

There are days when I feel I should have known better by now than to trust anything to hope, and I should have been wiser than to let my happiness depend upon the whims of a closed-minded, hateful majority.

They don't exactly have the best of track records, I know. The extermination of the Americas' native people. Slavery. Forced conversions to Christianity. Segregation. Female subjugation. The American Indian Religious Freedom Act (AIRFA) passed in 1978--two centuries after such rights were given to everyone else. "Don't Ask, Don't Tell", the Defense of Marriage Act (DOMA).

And that's only in the United States of America.

In the Middle-East, Sunni people still war with the Shiite and other Muslim sects, even while we blast them all away indiscriminately.

Germany, despite how rosy things appear from this side of the Atlantic, is still making reparations for the deeds of the Nazis more than half a century ago.

In the British Isles, any Irishman will tell you about the Black and Tans, an English military group sent to pick them off without rhyme or reason.

Leave us not forget Africa, rife with war, famine and AIDS; tsunami-torn Thailand; and much of South America, which still belongs to its indigenous peoples, being stripped of everything good its land has to offer to make room for coffee plantations and manufacturing plants.

I look at myself and the world. Then I turn my eyes upward and I ask God why. Why does He expect His beloved children to live like this? Where is the never-ending love and support that He promised to provide?

It's at about this time that a voice somewhere within replies that there is no God. If He were kind or merciful at all, mankind would not exist. If He were anywhere near as benevolent as the Bible describes, He would end all of our misery.

And then a single passage comes to mind. Job 23:10. "But He knows the way I take; when He has tested me, I will come forth as gold."

Naive, yes. Setting myself up for a disappointment, I know. But it's worth it to feel hopeful again.

Ok, so this thing happened to me a few days ago. Only I can't go into detail here because there's this person who watches my LJ who would get seriously freaked out in they knew what happened. Only I can't keep it to myself, and I'm already in trouble because there are five people I know who also know the person who would get freaked out and I've already told three of them and was stupid and only asked one not to tell. Maybe I should just come right out with it and get it over with..?

I've been at work for the last four hours. No coworker or boss to bother me, I've been left to my own devices.

Bad idea.

I just spent the last four hours figuring out the linguistic structure of the dominant language in Kyeran. The spelling of 'Kyeran', by the way, can't exist according to its own language. Later, I'll change the spelling to one that fits or just explain that it's a holdover from a previous lingual era.

Hey, anything can happen.

The opposite of war isn't peace--
It's creation!

-Jonathan Larson
RENT

What would YOU do?

True Story. A religion teacher assigned her class an essay on what makes a good Christian. One student wrote about praying nightly, say no to abortion, banning gay marriage, and donating money. The other student wrote about talking to God and allowing people to enjoy their lives, and supporting gay marriage. The day the teacher was to hand the papers back, she called up the second student and told him she would pray for him when he went to hell. The student asked why would he be going to hell, and why he got an F on his paper. The teacher told him that Catholisim is against gay marriage. The student looked at her for a minute, then said aloud, "I'm gay." The teacher kicked him out of class as if he had said fuck or worshipped Satan. A girl in the back of class who had a boyfriend and was obviously straight got up and left too.

If you would leave the classroom, repost this. It doesn't matter if you're straight, bi, gay or otherwise. It doesn't matter if you're Catholic or not. Everyone is a human being and deserves happiness.

Feeling sick... No, really...

Mary came down to see me on Sunday and she had this throat thing going on. It'd been a little while since I'd seen her, though, and what's a cold between lovers?

...Yeah. Not regretting it, but I feel miserable. I can barely talk and I'm exhausted. Thank God for Tylenol Cold and Severe Congestion--I'm almost back to normal volume.

Problem is, I think I might've given it to Jen. She has a Roger-muse now so we've been spending a lot of time RPing, usually in close proximity. And if she's got it, odds are I'll get it back.

...This sucks...

BUSY! ...No, Seriously. I Am.
So much stuff to do. I'm not even kidding. I finally finished that flier and planned out the route for the Silent March (April 11th, for anyone in the area!) Now I just have to...


March 29th:
Receive, block, memorize and rehearse my second Fundamentals of Acting scene
Make up missed sewing exercises

March 30th:
Plan out Drama and Play presentation
Second rehearsal for Symposium.

March 31st:
Perform in Undergraduate Symposium
Give Drama and Play presentation
See and write a paper on Ain't Misbehavin'

April 1st:
Register for fall classes
Complete FAFSA and Work-Study application

April 3rd:
Make up missed sewing exercises

April 5th:
Make up missed sewing exercises

April 6th:
Chair the first Tri-Pride meeting

April 7th:
Perform my second Fundamentals of Acting scene
Make up missed sewing exercises

April 10th:
Make up missed sewing exercises (hopefully the last day!)
Make demo-signs for the Silent March.
Receive, block, rehearse and memorize third Fundamentals of Acting scene.
Have annotated bibliography completed for Writing about Literature final paper (on RENT)

April 11th:
Lead the Silent March
Turn in annotated bibliography

April 12th:
Prepare notes for second Tri-Pride meeting

April 13th:
Chair second Tri-Pride meeting

April 17th:
Perform final Fundamentals of Acting scene
Prepare activities and write-up for Roleplay and Improvisation presentation

April 18th:
Lead Roleplay and Improvisation presentation

April 19th:
Put final touches on final paper for Writing about Literature

April 20th:
Turn in final paper for Writing about Literature

...Anything I forgot?


Just tighten those shoulders
Just clench your jaw til you frown
Just don't let go or
You may drown

-Jonathan Larson
RENT